Frazzled

A few days ago, I had a brilliant idea for a prompt.  I almost got so far as to write it in advance and schedule it to post ... almost.  I didn't get that far. 

Then, today was one of those days where you fly from one activity to the next, and my rear end has only just met the surface of a chair for the first time.  It's been a long day, friends, and I'm feeling a little ... frazzled.  All my good ideas have been zapped out of my head.

So our prompt for this week: Frazzled.  (... and I'll go ahead and skew it towards memoir.  When have you been frazzled?)

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My response:

I pulled the door closed behind me and felt a fifty pound bag of bricks drop from my shoulders.  Finally.  In. Bed.  Wow.  I pull my head towards my right shoulder, and my neck pops.  Just as relief hits, the neck muscle on the right side spasms.  I flop my head over to the left side and reach my left arm across my chest, trying to work out the kink in the muscle.  Ouch!  It's hard as rocks.  I check the muscle on the other side as comparison.  It's not nearly as hard.  Now I feel justified. 

I pad down the hallway towards the kitchen.  I need to relax.  I need to sit for two minutes without small voices echoing in my ears and small hands pulling on my arms ... legs ... knees ... ears. 

I need ice cream.

I take my ice cream into the living room and curl up in a fetal position on the couch.  The ice cream fits just so between my knees, and I can prop my book up like this.  Perfect.  Deep breath in.  Deep breath out. 

Now let's see how long it lasts.